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Oh God, please let the tourist shop sell eye bleach.

Favorite Comment: That Guy dono1 says,
“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my skirt beside the golden door!”